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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/O3hhiUqrjRSCVo6OThqgRKYoX3c/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/O3hhiUqrjRSCVo6OThqgRKYoX3c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;hey its been awhile right? I ain't hiding, I ain't go nowhere, but I really really really have the reason why I can't post any entries. Did you miss me? Guess I've missed a lot right now, like so much! I've got so much nothing for my holiday actually! But that doesn't matter............... No one's gonna understand, including you.&lt;br /&gt;
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MOVE TO THE REAL TOPIC.. it's not a big matter actually but yeah, take deep breathe before read my post.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"don't you feel bored with your nothing special blog?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;"why you no put any musics into your blog? you don't want entertain your readers?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;"there's nothing in your blog, no movements, no any creative decorations?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;"don't you afraid to post the entries in your blog publicly?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, guys, i don't really care with your questions, i don't take it serious, i don't mind with those questions. Only one thing, YOU SHOULD GO GET A LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;
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For your first question, I don't need any special on my blog site, I just need the specialty of my life to tell you what do I do, what do I eat, activities, etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;
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Secondly, music ha? ay, i don't entertain people thru my blog site, I do entertain in front of you or you may visit my youtube channel. kbye&lt;br /&gt;
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hahahaha so funny, I don't want any movements or creative whatever it called in my blog site! i found its too much like rubbish.. messy, even though i am such a mess.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;1. Little dwarf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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- people keeps saying I'm tiny in size, and call me shorty, I was really cared about that much, it's a big issue when I was 18 years old. I did mind about it. But when I think it back, Oh I'm short, I'm okay with it, I got to get used of it, and I keep convince to myself, short isn't that bad, more or less, there are always advantages and disadvantages right? You can call me shorty now or you got punched if you're rude haha kidding. Bazinggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;/div&gt;
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- fact I get mad easily if there's no one gives me a reply, at least one reply, when I send any text messages, and ended with a silent phone, I might be worse than a monster and eat a lot of rice. So, from now on, I must &lt;b&gt;try&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;not to be a mad person next time, I must think there's nothing on no replies, because there'll be some reasons. The idea here is I'm promising myself not to force or push anyone again in reality unless I have too.&lt;/div&gt;
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- damn sure I never been patient in hunger. I always need foods in any time, junk foods, fast foods, healthy foods, oh damn I eat too much sometimes, which make me happy but after that, sadness of biggy tummy will &amp;nbsp;appear. What I should do for now is chill, balancing a diet, don't eat and drink, no diet pills(must avoid), less sugar and salts, less spicy foods, whatever it called as healthy foods, I must take. Junk foods are a must, but I can only eat whenever I needed it, not only at a sad moment, lmao that's lame ;p to conclude, I must be more balancing diets from now on. Foods are many, choose the healthy one ;) join me?&lt;/div&gt;
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- There are so many issues trending right now and they give us a big impact to the world, countries, states, and individuals, depend on opinions too. I have mine as well, an opinion, that I don't care, if someone wants to change, then let him/her be. I don't really care about anything don't make sense in my life. In fact, I just realized, a little bit sorry for this, but I must concern about these too, because it will help as in motivate or guide me to do what am I suppose to do next, am I in the wrong way? Why people keeps staring at me? Do I look weird. Okay that was far. Well, in the mean time, I must start my concern about all around the world now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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- I keep complaining this since I have my long hair back, it's just take time to get use all of this, I am now using three different shampoos without letting it finish, because having long hair isn't that easy, I must take care of my hair. I know this is a bit weird, but I think my hair is having a bad condition right now, I don't know why, but I'll make it during my holiday. Once I got hair that I want, I'm so gonna stop complain about it anymore. &lt;b&gt;I TRY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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- We always have the moments when you need something but you can't really have it, and it is always in your wish lists everyday everytime you pray, you'll always pointing at it. &lt;i&gt;"your time will come, you don't have to be worry, once you got it, just don't forget anything else much important than this" &lt;/i&gt;. Sentence from someone who always inspired me for not forgetting about the world. Wake up calls from somebody is cool, you just have to thank them :) Stop complain, there's always some reasons why you can't have it now, who knows soon? Only God knows.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;7. Damn it Internet why you move so slow?! #!@$%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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- I swear, slow internet is much worse than a slow person, right? Free internet is always slow, don't hope too much, but I am with you guys, a slow internet isn't right. So, our next generations, who will be an Internet Engineers, will you create an adorable and fast satellite to connect Internet way faster than this? Demanding is good sometimes. Special request from me anyway. Well, I can'y escape from complaining this damn slow internet but, I'll try not to swear and give any harsh words. &lt;b&gt;Try&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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- I used to underestimate everyone around me before, but hey, forgive me cause I think now and lemme make it clean, nothing is lame today! I talk to everyone, I see anything, I watch anything, no boredom, no anything over stuffs, whatever it is, I'll be more positive on new stuffs perhaps. No, I'm not pretending to like it but I'll make myself to like it. Maybe by a little bit analysis? Geek me? &amp;nbsp;Ok acceptable.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;I used to say "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="text-align: left;"&gt;there's nothing on new year, its just a date, and I'll just move and go with the flow"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;. In fact, I was wrong, there must be something on new year, different years, different dates, different dates have their own moments. I am now must remember every moments I've faced, because I realized pasts are the most third important things in me. First, family. Second, my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Life in 2011 was fun not dull, just normal, usual and unusual moments, met hello goodbye people, had come and go feelings, etc etc. For all I know, I've met new people, new surrounding, new life styles, new accents, new languages, new study styles, and new learning. I don't start with hate, I start with a smile, just don't let me loss my trusts towards you. I can talk to anybody if you really want to talk, I can't hundred percent be trusted but everyone's secrets are all safe with me, don't expect me too much, everyone makes mistakes. I don't care with all the hate things, if you wanna shoot me or give me a bomb, just give me ahead. I don't hate, that's my words for you.&lt;br /&gt;
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My life is full of colors, joys, musics, happiness, I am now trying to let the colors match with my future, I need to add the joys moments more, gain musics to apply on guitar, bring the happiness till the end. There are always back up plan, I wish I could more way better today than last year.&lt;/div&gt;
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Messy is always with me, I do have messy mind, life and sometimes my appearances. Mess isn't always that bad, I'm having my messy life so I can keep myself in wrong condition process of learning on something. Every wake up calls happen to me, I think with not giving up of anything. Do not underestimate me, but that's what I think and have now :)&lt;/div&gt;
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In life, we always make assumptions, such as &lt;i&gt;"what if......" , "i don't think this......" , "I think this is....." , "......don't know yet" . &lt;/i&gt;I'm now making few assumptions on myself so I can be ready&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;in any &lt;i&gt;disaster&lt;/i&gt; for future.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Past, people keeps saying its not good to think back what we had face, but I think it is no harm to reflect back what had you done, face, good or bad things, anything could affect you on something, its all depend on you either to be better or bad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Family is always the first choice mine, life without family is just the like a heart without haemoglobins. They cheer me up, support me in everything what I do. I thank God for that, and you don't know how much I love my family so much, even when I'm a little bit tempered, but they still can accept for who I am. Up and down together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Kittens teach you happiness, go try play with them, you'll see the joys. Don't hope for something out of the box, cause sometimes, something in front of you might make you smile. Do not forget to thank God for what you have everything today. Bad or good, there must be a reason why those happened.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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hello. I know I've been missing from blogging, I was busy studying, last minutes studying actually, for my finals. I just wanted to drop you don't forget to follow me on Twitter @lyanasyazwani.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Well, I wanna tell you, a facebook is just a place who wants to get connected with others. Either you, or the king, or presidents, everyone loves connecting each other. it depends on you what kind of connections you have or want to have. Oh before that, I made a page for facebook labelled as personal blog, cause of some reasons. Look, I know I ain't famous, don't bother with that, it's just facebook, I hate to accept everyday-friend-requests from you, it's so tiring, but then you'll say I am snob, you got me? Please understand my situations. I don't fight in the internet, I don't betray anyone unless you make me. I don't claim to be famous, I claim to be a good friend of yours. I'm a bit satisfy with people around me right now, they treat me well. Thanking God for not giving me sick people yet. I know I must face few different colors, I know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Clearly, I am very mad with narrow thinkers! If you don't like it, you better don't waste your time and just go get your life. What else do you want from me?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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just so you know. This post will be just a short post, gotta blog next time after my finals ended. Enjoying my life with counting down on holiday and gotta keep blogging like my normal everyday. See you guys.&lt;/div&gt;
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- dude, i'm re-questioning you, aren't you shy asking people like that? why should i be shy blogging? apart from that, I won't be shying to tell the world you're the most sickest person who can't accept human being in this world like you own the world. heh.&lt;/div&gt;
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mood : finals exams, head spinning with no words.&lt;/div&gt;
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Life's been hectic and very mess today. All my life now is just depending on my efforts, my minds, and my times. I'm surrounded by some amazing people, some fake people, dramas, etc etc. I ain't play hard to hate posers, but I'll just try to make em shame in their lives. God loves helpful attitude, that's what I am doing now. I just wanted them to realize what's happening. You can't only depend on me, but yourself. No, I am not perfect, I have my flaws too. We need to remind each other, for God sake, you'll have your life better if you help people around you. If I have done something wrong, just spill it nicely, talk it slow, and take a deep breathe. Same goes to you! Have you ever heard about cooperation? Cooperation doesn't always mean you and your family, you and friends, or you and your boyfriend/girlfriend. No, that's not wrong, but all I'm saying here is, WE SHARE THE WORLD. We described as everybody. Why hate each others?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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In fact, small changes are sometimes should be congratulated if anyone has achieved their goals. I have to tell you that I am now must be more careful with my life. Earlier statement was just only a bit motivation, sorry I don't motivate people but that's how I motivate my self. I apologize if you're touched with my words, whenever or whatever I've said. Everyone makes mistakes, I didn't count my mistakes, prolly made too much mistakes towards anybody.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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World keeps spinning, time keeps ticking, human keeps aging. See, everything is about changes. I don't have any interesting topics to tell you today, cause I have to give the last shots for my finals. I've been drinking nescafe latte days in a row due to lack of energy. I can at least feel energized if I drink. Is this a symptom of growing up? Errrrr.. Don't start. I love growing up *puke*. Its just so weird I don't read books too much, but afraid and don't feel like to study much for finals, because of this weird study week including Christmas and New Year. Plus my new year mood is starting with examination, finals. Gah, I'll just do my best.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RI7etCPlLsyIzBEWXYychlA7ydE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RI7etCPlLsyIzBEWXYychlA7ydE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RI7etCPlLsyIzBEWXYychlA7ydE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RI7etCPlLsyIzBEWXYychlA7ydE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i have a few some facts to confess before the end of 2011. 2011 is such an unproductive year for me. but i am still feel grateful with all things i've survived. i've faced not-that-everything hard, but i've at least faced it and hoping it won't be happen again.&amp;nbsp;for the seriously soon to be 2012, i will improvise myself to be a better girl *ehem ehem cough macho voice* and be a good person for everyone. let's just not talk in a formal way, it's just not me. hey this blog isn't in a plan, and i am seriously type what's in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;1. Business&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;- mistake :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;people keeps asking me what's my dad do now which hard for me to explain. cause we're having a family business now. dude, business is big and wide and huge and whatever is big! friends, new one especially, they keep asking me, "what kind of business?" i just directly say "i don't know".&lt;br /&gt;
- &lt;b&gt;target&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;: &lt;/b&gt;okay people, i'm going to ask the details or a lil bit descriptions for you to understand what's my family business is.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;2. Scholarship&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
-&lt;b&gt;mistake : &lt;/b&gt;missed an important scholarship, which is the biggest mistake in my life and future, but oh well, another optional and back up plan i have to apply PTPTN. i remembered i cried in front of my parents and regret much!&lt;br /&gt;
- &lt;b&gt;target : &lt;/b&gt;be more alert than now, stop day dreaming. stop dreaming. stop imagining that i'm superwoman. haha okay crap.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;3. Giving up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
- &lt;b&gt;mistake : &lt;/b&gt;gave up on photographing. dude, this is pretty hard. it was really easy for me to forget but it's uneasy for you to throw away of your hobby. i was giving up because of some personal problems, there were boundaries that I really can't stand with. hobby isn't about following people, hobby is freedom. you capture what you want, and express something on your picture, only you know what do you want to see after you captured. i didn't bring my camera as well.&lt;br /&gt;
- &lt;b&gt;target : &lt;/b&gt;i won't let myself to regret anything on photography again, i'll just bring my camera everywhere. capture sweet stuffs. don't stop me. pictures tell anything.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;4. Buy stuff&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;- mistake : &lt;/b&gt;ok here's the important part. i was crazily about to have Blackberry, but then i ended buying Nokia. that was the time all smartphone wasn't top yet, but with my stupidity trusting the shop owner, i bought a Nokia. i researched on the internet their differences, and &lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BAM! &lt;/b&gt;my god, i should have blackberry.&lt;br /&gt;
- &lt;b&gt;target : &lt;/b&gt;from the mistake i've made here, i would like to be more specific on functions of something. not only phone, but it can be something else too.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;5. Cook&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;- mistake : &lt;/b&gt;proudly yell "hey i don't cook and i don't wanna get married". erm. let's just directly to my target.&lt;br /&gt;
- &lt;b&gt;target : &lt;/b&gt;ok here's the biggest fear of me. i am still with my kids-attitude, and i don't cook, i eat a lot, but i don't cook yet. i haven't ready for it. don't force me too okay?! about to get married. i don't have any marriage dreams yet. full stop.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;6. Harsh words&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;- mistake : &lt;/b&gt;i spilled a lot of harsh words during 2011. i didn't do it on purposes for those who hates my curses. you know me well. in fact, sometimes i curse when i'm playing game(ok i am a gamer). it comes from nowhere. just take it easy. i didn't mean to hurt anyone. i didn't mean to let people hate me too unless you want too. i don't fucking care. (opps)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;- target : &lt;/b&gt;this is hard. i am bad in keeping promises. i can't promise you, but i'll try my best not to curse too much during 2012. deal?!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;7. Tweet and being sarcastic in twitter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;- mistake : &lt;/b&gt;immature in me being sarcastic in twitter, i feel bad. talking behind people is not good.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;- target : &lt;/b&gt;less tweet about people, but tweet more about surrounding. positive :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;8. Apologize&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;- mistake : &lt;/b&gt;sensitive to small fights, fights, curses, no manner, selfish, snobs, egoistic, lethargy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;- target : &lt;/b&gt;apologize to everyone if you feel bad. stop cursing back. give more smile face than being negatives. reducing laziness.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;9. Study&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;- mistake : &lt;/b&gt;enjoy a lot in a first semester of first year.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;- target : &lt;/b&gt;score more, and do a lot more better than first semester. intent with no repeat papers (i hope). and get high score to get scholarships or sponsorship.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;10. Chances&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;- mistake : &lt;/b&gt;i've thrown away all chances during 2011, which makes me can't sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;
- &lt;b&gt;target : &lt;/b&gt;do not wasting time of thinking too much, think once, think the effect and be responsible. don't be a kid.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;i can't believe i'm turning 20 in 2012&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;may Allah bless us all in 2011 and upcoming year soon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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i started counting down on several risks/facts that i'm gonna face soon. this post is going to be a random post as i'm sitting on study desk, ears full with musics, minds full with facts, fingers are busy typing on keyboard. plus, it's raining outside as well as wind blows heavily outside. Monsoon season on December, and December will be ended very soon, which means, 2011 will be ended too! are you ready for it? or maybe you might ever highlighted what are your best memories in 2011 or worst memories in 2011? what is your new year's resolution? have you plan for your 2012 life? but i hope you'll have better than mine. well, these are just &lt;b&gt;five&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;most&lt;/b&gt; countdowns i have made.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;
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holiday! I've counting down my holiday since i entered university. i kept filling my day, everyday to count my holiday so that i won't be thinking/worrying too much about my studies, love life(which is none), friendships, crisis(apparently i have none for critical level now), money problem, transports, etc etc. But hey at least it gives me a positive thinking so i can give the best on my next holiday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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each students should at least have their own preparations of facing on finals. so do me, i have prepared a study schedule in my mind, and it depends on me when, where or how am i going to study. I prefer study alone (not to brag) but that's just how i study since i was in school. i promised myself not to be a selfish, greedy-knowledge-person &amp;nbsp;too as my parents reminded me not to be one. don't worry, i share :) wish me and my fellow mates luck by the way.&lt;/div&gt;
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ha! this is the biggest fear for every girls. here i am announcing there will be no more "sweet-seventeen" in my life instead of being twenties woman. guys out there, please don't call your ladies "old", that's a biggest turns off for women. &lt;i&gt;once woman hates you, she'll do anything for a revenge.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;don't tell me i didn't warn you ;)&lt;/div&gt;
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money savings are really important in my life now as i never managed save my money to achieve a goal, I've read someone's blog(i can't remember who) but she posted that &lt;i&gt;"....it's all started from your mind, if your mindset is already set, then you can do it"&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;. this sentence inspired me so i don't have to worry, and right now all i need to do now is a discipline which are, make plans, mindset, do it. for examples, if you're trying to keep your 50 bucks for a month, do as the best you can. I AM STILL TRYING IT NOW.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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okay this sounds crap, but this is me, i need to countdown in my life, i am not that desperate, but this is just my life, my memories, all is mine, you can't judge. i do this for my future. being single is fun too(i am not asking you being single), i am here to share you about my experiences being single more than 1 year, which is big record for me, ops, heheh, i am not experimenting, but I can't do this now. I haven't meet true one, or you can call me picky/choosy, cause I am. who doesn't want a better future? right? i know i'll meet my one too someday.&lt;/div&gt;
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how sad to know you're stuck in study week and you just study all the time, like there's nothing else you can do. but actually you need fun things in your life. our brain is a vital role in our body part, it controls you in everything you do, it is a good &lt;b&gt;mom, &lt;/b&gt;for example, where do we go, what do we do, what are we saying or else. we work all the time, we need fun, so does brain! brains without fun is nothing. pointless. do not pressure your brain like there's nothing else you can do. come on, 24 hours are not that short, use wisely so you won't feel wasted. *ehem* I'm here not being a mom, but we remind each other right?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;With all these craps, I bought new liquid &amp;amp; waterproof eyeliner,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="text-align: left;"&gt;Silkygirl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;product. and i tried it on my face if its really waterproof. i love after it dries and it can really disappear after you wiped it. it can last longer for a day and depends on your sweats. this product can fit me! you can find it at Sasa, or any cosmetics shop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;purchase only for your own need!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;liquid eyeliner(Silkygirl), Mascara(eliantor), pencil eyeliner(elianto)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;left eye of a "flower" drawn by Nad&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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just because we can't do much activities during Monsoon season, so we were fulfilling boredom by drawing, it is cool tho! you can draw whatever you want. here are the examples&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Emoqw7nqVgY/TvrQYGXM5YI/AAAAAAAAAkE/MiJfjLcZQ5A/s1600/IMG-20111228-00479.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Emoqw7nqVgY/TvrQYGXM5YI/AAAAAAAAAkE/MiJfjLcZQ5A/s320/IMG-20111228-00479.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;a "S' on my right eye.&lt;br /&gt;
"S" stands for my both parents name.&lt;br /&gt;
drawn by Nad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"give your smile cause all you need from people are their smiles"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mpnR40w3uBI/TvrSPzD_OQI/AAAAAAAAAks/AwG_2gLNo7o/s1600/IMG-20111228-00497.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mpnR40w3uBI/TvrSPzD_OQI/AAAAAAAAAks/AwG_2gLNo7o/s320/IMG-20111228-00497.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;my finger shows my smiles to you :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;photos taken on Blackberry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;location : Pekan, Pahang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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---xxx&lt;/div&gt;
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Lyana&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222041824219150477-3703324687745084481?l=lyanasyazwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/hxTWzl/~4/PIyxLJpZmoM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222041824219150477/posts/default/3703324687745084481?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222041824219150477/posts/default/3703324687745084481?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/hxTWzl/~3/PIyxLJpZmoM/fulfill-your-boredom.html" title="fulfill your boredom" /><author><name>Lyana Syazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367315583676333848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7pGNG2m75pI/TtsSwavjVvI/AAAAAAAAAew/I3W2jixXrco/s220/255647_10150217825767236_826862235_7137324_5164146_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3E5zpDQMmAM/TvrRlOpX-XI/AAAAAAAAAkc/nCVrpW-5cQI/s72-c/IMG-20111228-00495.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://lyanasyazwani.blogspot.com/2011/12/fulfill-your-boredom.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYHQnk5fip7ImA9WhRXGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222041824219150477.post-7116605845748170845</id><published>2011-12-27T19:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T22:45:33.726+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-27T22:45:33.726+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><title>Appreciate Arts</title><content type="html">
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yes indeed, we must appreciate arts a lot&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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i start falling in love with these because i really found they are truly awesome awesome!&lt;/div&gt;
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colorful, suitable places and not to fancy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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that's what we call art.&lt;/div&gt;
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art describes anything, it could be colorful, black and white, three major colors, etc.&lt;/div&gt;
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all you have to do are, stare, think and response.&lt;/div&gt;
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there are always any messages behind those colors, words and sentences.&lt;/div&gt;
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arts could be described by words, yes a poetry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I really love hear the messages given from each poets. We can apply something from every actions right?&lt;/div&gt;
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musics, the lovable art for everyone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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everyone does listen musics.&lt;/div&gt;
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people, don't just sing and memorize the lyrics.&lt;/div&gt;
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understand the messages.&lt;/div&gt;
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composer composes songs with full of messages, we have the rights to comment, but we don't have the right to compare!&lt;/div&gt;
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drawings/photography.&lt;/div&gt;
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I LOVE IMAGES SO MUCH.&lt;/div&gt;
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you with your DSLR, come and get me.&lt;/div&gt;
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i start stare art since i'm 19. please be noted.&lt;/div&gt;
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im not giving a cool attitude, but i just give my mind to flow where it wants to be.&lt;/div&gt;
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make your life easier, accept whats around the world.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;be open as what artists do, draw.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;be cool as what poets do, poetry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;be kind as what composers do, compose.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;photos taken by me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;location : Publika, Dutamas (if im not mistaken)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222041824219150477-7116605845748170845?l=lyanasyazwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/hxTWzl/~4/HR1efsjSyL4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222041824219150477/posts/default/7116605845748170845?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222041824219150477/posts/default/7116605845748170845?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/hxTWzl/~3/HR1efsjSyL4/appreciate-arts.html" title="Appreciate Arts" /><author><name>Lyana Syazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367315583676333848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7pGNG2m75pI/TtsSwavjVvI/AAAAAAAAAew/I3W2jixXrco/s220/255647_10150217825767236_826862235_7137324_5164146_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hh8P6ktVtzE/TvmsTfpTmfI/AAAAAAAAAjo/sImDGrui8V4/s72-c/IMG-20111225-00477.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://lyanasyazwani.blogspot.com/2011/12/appreciate-arts.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAAQns6eCp7ImA9WhRXF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222041824219150477.post-1777344254203146459</id><published>2011-12-25T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T01:45:43.510+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-25T01:45:43.510+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Food" /><title>Foods with Nana</title><content type="html">
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&amp;nbsp;Let me bring you in the food sections too! So here are the pictures I've got in a day after Boco! 2011. After a long journey (not that long actually) we decided to have a dinner, simplest one and it happened.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;location : Shah Alam&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;photos taken by me with Blackberry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So I attended an event named Boco! 2011 which is held at a cafe named Gravy Baby Music Cafe in Section 13, Shah Alam. For the details, you might search it at Facebook.com. It is actually named as Hari Bintang Jatuh before, where you can see a little market selling on books, CDs, and DVDs. Plus there are acoustic live performances and poetry, all of them are gathered up and &amp;nbsp;performed really well, and awesome. Yes that was my first time went there anyway. Wani Ardy, owner of the Gravy Baby music cafe was the organizer (I think) of this event. It was actually really cool by the way. The way they call people, performers, and everyone to gather up and having fun! Fun enough!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;this is one of the cds i've helped RinaS. to sell (promoting in here as well). do visit her youtube for samples, lemme know if you need her cds too. email or tweet me. &lt;br /&gt;
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hey just to remind you if you wanna purchase, please lemme know. and it is highly recommended! support Malaysians! there's no such copy pasting musicians if you're truly musicians. let your ear listen, not your mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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it's not that wrong to develop new kind of musics, where you can listen, learn and feel musics right? so what cha waiting for? Grab for chances if there's any open mic gigs or events same as this too! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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words everyday i heard when i was in form five. every person had taught me something, not only parents, but friends do always give me a &lt;i&gt;wake up calls &lt;/i&gt;too. i think so fast when these happen. but i give no responds. which is my weakness. i don't always give any responds to everyone. not to say i'm a snob, i give responds, but not that suits to situations. for example, i cry easily, and i laugh&amp;amp; easily. i sometimes don't know how to give real responds if you notice. don't mind if you don't understand, but actually this is out of topic already.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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here's the study week begins, it begins with a joy, happy moment, laughter, etc.. and i haven't started my revisions day-to-day too. although the final exams bring only 40% but it does mean something big to me. yes i'm a good positive-thinker with what-if person, and i got that from my mom. love you mom always.&lt;/div&gt;
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i made a self-calendar to rearrange time what i should and shouldn't do for the next day. plus, i've been counting days to go back home (Sabah) after finals. it's just the same calendar like how i did when i was in matriculation programs. but hey studies in university isn't the same as matriculation. and i really can't have a study group, my focuses will be down very down too. but since i don't anything, so why don't i try again in here? so unproductive. fact that i am still depending on books. but hey books are important!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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what am i going to do during revision week? Wake up late, study, movies, games, download movies, sleep, hangout, eat. no pressures ha. my target on next week is finish all the important chapters that will be come out on finals, and try and error of doing researches on last year papers, gain my confidences, say sorry and prayer to everyone. and call my parents everyday!&lt;/div&gt;
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lastly, i would like to say, thanks for those who had read my blog posts, imma noob user, so please understand cause i type what i'm thinking.&lt;/div&gt;
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As I googling it, &lt;a href="http://store.apple.com/my/browse/home/shop_iphone/family/iphone"&gt;Apple Store My&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;popped up and it stated that the starting price is from RM2199.00. yes ladies and gentlemen, two thousands and hundred ninety nine ringgit Malaysia. Why you should buy one? it has a new good quality of All-New-8MP camera and optics. Plus it is a dual-core A5 chip which gives you a fantastic and powerful cores and faster graphics bring you to gaming, surfing watching and everything in better quality, ios 5 and icloud.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;mom : iPhone 4S came out already kan?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;me : yes mom. Can i have one? on my birthday perhaps?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;mom : okay (she always says okay but she doesn't buy it ehehe funny mom). ask your father.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;me : pa, iPhone 4S keluar sudah (begins the topic), mesti meriah tu kan..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;papa : hmm yea, honey, i got work to do. (papa's rules, as usual.) you want one? collect money on your own. kalau dulu bapa mau something memang semua sendiri2. haiz budak2 sekarang.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;mama : (laughs at the back, and I can hear that)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;me : ok, lemme study now, so I can afford tans of lorry of iphones. haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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that's k, I'm with my blackberry now. and I will use this blackberry forever. it saves my life! means a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ayivE-gh-NeWmYw2BLf6WtG_c7s/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ayivE-gh-NeWmYw2BLf6WtG_c7s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sudah berapa bulan aku di Pahang. Sekarang ni lah masa aku rindu rumah aku. Waktu akhir2 ni lah juga aku rindu rumah. Waktu dekat2 exam juga lah aku mau rindu2 rumah. Nanti cuti sebulan, memang aku akan relax habis lah. Ok post kali ni, biarlah berbahasa Melayu. Aku minta maaf awal2 kalau BM aku ni agak kureng sikit (bukan nak kata English aku mantop, tapi memang kalau aku berbahasa agak kureng sikit).&lt;br /&gt;
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Walaupun aku call mama aku tiap hari tetap juga rindu tu melekat di lubuk hati (esehmen). Aku tidak lah sekuat mana yang kau tengok dari fizikal. Tapi tidak lah selemah yang kau rendah2kan. Cuma aku ni jenis kuat rindu, contoh, lepas beberapa jam aku jumpa orang, aku pasti akan rindu orang tu, walau dalam beberapa saat sekali pun. Bukanlah gedik, tapi dah memang aku cam tu? Kalau time kecil2 dulu, papa outstation dalam dua hari, memang aku demam, aku tak tau pula kenapa, demam panas pula tu. Manja kan? (sorry lah ayat ku memang baku sikit). Merindui orang ni lah satu kelemahan aku. Bukan tuk suka2, tapi ini ikhlas dari hati, dan natural. Kadang2, sampai tak perasan pula yang aku rindu orang ni hehe.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kenapa aku rindu rumah? Banyak lah sebab2 nya. Salah satu itu lah tempat aku berjaga malam, movie, internet 24/7, karaoke (family selalu karaoke), makan banyak (mama suka buat macam2 dan saya belum terbuka hati tuk masak ok don't judge), main gitar + record lagu (aku selalu syok sendiri buat lagu dan aku macam record kadang2 post pegi youtube, benda tu aku x ambik serious pun, sekadar saja2). Di rumah aku selalu tidur siang, malamm berjaga (kelawar) hehe ini sebab movie dan cuti amat panjang, jangan salahkan saya dan cuti, hidup remaja sekarang memang cam tu! (tiba2 teringat aku tak lama lagi masuk 20 tahun, sedih nya, aku mau sangat jadi budak2 lagi).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Serious aku rindu rumah. Serious aku mau pulang cepat2. Serious aku x sabar mau cuti. Serious aku mau tidur lama2 dan tengok movie, hang out, lepak, shopping, tolong parents, gitar, buat cakes (mungkin). Serious aku mau kena fetch di rumah, dan makan roti canai dengan Hajar and Cassie, serious aku mau lepak2 pegi beach dengan kawan2 sekolahku. Dan serious kalau boleh, insyallah aku mau jumpa kawan2 matriks aku. (tapi aku ni masa x tentu, yala kita rancang Dia yang tentukan kan?). Paling penting, serious aku mau balik kampung jumpa saudara-mara, nenek terutamanya. CUTI CUTI BEB!&lt;br /&gt;
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Apa2pun, aku kena tunggu lagi sampai Januari. Apa yang aku patut buat sekarang, belajar sepecutnya dan jawab exam dengan tenang, lepas tu balik baru release tension. Mama selalu pesan, biar susah dulu, nanti senang2 belakang cerita. Lagi bagus kita susah, kalau asyik senang, nanti kita sendiri yang susahkan diri kita (macam result EM aku ja hehe). Aku x kisah, yang penting aku dah jalankan tanggungjawab aku sebagai pelajar :) Thank you Allah, papa mama, brothers sisters yang support aku, kawan2 yang sentiasa keep in touch dan ambil berat, kawan baru dan lama, harap friendship kita kekal sampai ke akhir hayat!&lt;br /&gt;
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My English class was ended at 4pm, not sharp but still 4pm something. And giving a text to Nad one of housemate to know about car if they've already rent it. We're actually suppose to send a friend to Bus Station, Terminal Makmur. But we've planned to have our outing before finals(I know its early but its about budget too). Then me and Su &amp;nbsp;took a chance to buy ticket for our Christmas holiday to KL.&lt;br /&gt;
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After that, we directly went to a mall called East Coast Mall aka ECM for short. Left and right shops are sales and in the mood of Christmas. Imagine if it is in KL. Thank God I'm not studying in KL area, still Thank God, I still can go malls in here Kuantan. Back to the topic, I browsed many stuffs and there are two amazing stuffs I must and needed in my life. Well, I control by stopping myself buying stuffs unless needed, cause I really wanna buy stuffs for my family too. Means, budget. HAH what a challenging.&lt;br /&gt;
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Next, we took our dinner at Pizza Hut, cause I really felt to eat Pizzas. They followed my what-my-tummy-wants haha and I ate so much Pizzas. Ha, I love eating with my housemate. It suits for four of us. So, as usual, we wait for the foods, we talk, we eat and still talk. Don't forget bout laughs. Captured pictures. How close we are. Thanks girls.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nevertheless, we were about to go to Teluk Cempedak(a beach suits for picnics or relaxing and gathers) and almost enter to find park lot but unfortunately they were so many people and yeah, traffic jam. So we made an U-turn then I suddenly cried 'Lets Tutti Frutti' and I can't believe everyone is agree with my idea, bahaha. I know Tutti place must be very cold, but that's k. It's been a while for me not touching ice creams since last two months. *whisper* I'm on diet. Yes people I have a major phobia of being heavy weight now. Darn it, its so not me :( &amp;nbsp;whatever it is, I'm still with my opinion and you can't stop me:(&lt;br /&gt;
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Back to campus at midnight and alhamdulillah we were back with a good condition car and of course ourself too. Ahh I can't really forget, my mom called me many times, she worried bout us went for night out. So I convinced here. She's totally funny. Love mom.&lt;br /&gt;
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Look, I know I'm pretty late about this. But, honestly I am so addicted with this Tv Series called The Big Bang Theory. I'm currently watching season one. This series is an American sitcom. There have 5 seasons now still on producing I guess. This series is created by Chuck Lorre and Bill Prady.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's my aunt's fiance(soon-to-be-married) who gave me this comedy-sciences series, I thought it didn't fit in me, but oppositely it does fit in me! I recommend you to watch this series with your headphones up if you're watching in your laptops(like me) so you'll hear clearly and your laughs out loud are worth enough. This kind of series is suitable for your leisure time or if you're bored or stress, you'll probably, directly cry it out. Even me, when I was down for my last paper, I came back with this series, and I am totally fine.&lt;br /&gt;
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This series is based on Sciences fact, particularly Physics. There five characters : two geniuses roommate, neighbor across (female), geeky and socially co-workers and friends(two in digits).&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The geekiness and intellect of the four guys is contrasted for comic effect with Penny's(neighbor) social skills and common sense.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The stars are : &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johnny_Galecki" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f9f9f9; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0645ad; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" title="Johnny Galecki"&gt;Johnny Galecki&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jim_Parsons" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f9f9f9; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0645ad; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;" title="Jim Parsons"&gt;Jim Parsons&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaley_Cuoco" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f9f9f9; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0645ad; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;" title="Kaley Cuoco"&gt;Kaley Cuoco&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simon_Helberg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f9f9f9; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0645ad; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;" title="Simon Helberg"&gt;Simon Helberg&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kunal_Nayyar" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f9f9f9; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0645ad; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;" title="Kunal Nayyar"&gt;Kunal Nayyar&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sara_Gilbert" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f9f9f9; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0645ad; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;" title="Sara Gilbert"&gt;Sara Gilbert&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melissa_Rauch" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f9f9f9; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0645ad; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;" title="Melissa Rauch"&gt;Melissa Rauch&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mayim_Bialik" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f9f9f9; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0645ad; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;" title="Mayim Bialik"&gt;Mayim Bialik&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Big Biang Theory site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Google Image&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222041824219150477-494858756715264095?l=lyanasyazwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/hxTWzl/~4/ufsBZfET3yc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222041824219150477/posts/default/494858756715264095?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222041824219150477/posts/default/494858756715264095?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/hxTWzl/~3/ufsBZfET3yc/big-bang-theory.html" title="The Big Bang Theory" /><author><name>Lyana Syazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367315583676333848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7pGNG2m75pI/TtsSwavjVvI/AAAAAAAAAew/I3W2jixXrco/s220/255647_10150217825767236_826862235_7137324_5164146_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--fOKfG_N_hU/Tt7QdStV8jI/AAAAAAAAAg4/-zMzzNaFP2o/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://lyanasyazwani.blogspot.com/2011/12/big-bang-theory.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUBRnkyfSp7ImA9WhRQEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222041824219150477.post-5280799066582424459</id><published>2011-12-07T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T01:40:57.795+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-07T01:40:57.795+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><title>I love Mom</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pvY-KK4wILp3fhDDdcFzmt2nI78/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pvY-KK4wILp3fhDDdcFzmt2nI78/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pvY-KK4wILp3fhDDdcFzmt2nI78/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pvY-KK4wILp3fhDDdcFzmt2nI78/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Fun. Sad. Mad. Laugh. Cry. All in one.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mom is short, but she knows everything.&lt;br /&gt;
Holla! Yes gonna talk about mom this time. Well having a mom is the best thing ever in the world. I mean it. I am so sorry if anyone's lost a mom today, yesterday etc.. but honestly I say, everything you for the best, she'll be proud seeing you here.&lt;br /&gt;
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Apparently, me and mom are so close, she's always be with me if I need supports, she knows how to advice and supports. I get down easily, but there is a super-backbone in me where my mom is always be there for me even we are far away from each other. She always reminds me of almost everything, and almost everything is big for me, I could never do that. I thank God very much for having a super-mom for entire life.&lt;br /&gt;
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We are always do fun things, she loves to support whatever stuffs I want to try. For example, I really wanted to try swim, she'll just give me a big support for not be afraid of water(oh I have the biggest hydrophobia since I was 6?) even she doesn't know how to swim. haha! Mom just funny.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sad things occur if I ignore or yell towards her, I know that's wrong. But I can't control myself, and sometimes I need space too. Don't worry mom, I'm changing to be a better girl, but you're still the best mom in my life, you know what patience means. That's big!&lt;br /&gt;
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Mad is a major attitude in hers. But I know, she mad for some reasons. If I do it wrongly, so I have to take a risk. Thank God she's a bit friendly now, and not controlling me anymore. I love how she treats me like a friend than daughter. I mean, we both know our limits right? Mom is a mom :)&lt;br /&gt;
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HAHA. Mom loves Secret Recipe. She always bring me out to SR for brunch, or dinner. We used to hang out there. Yep, my mom does hang out too, of course she hung out with my girls. She needs friends, so she's one of us. I mean, she's one of my friends. I love her so much! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;
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I did cry. Yesterday. Ok that's not the point. She does know if I'm crying! Even in phone, Oh my God, there's a power in mom. I was amazingly surprised knowing that. Honestly. So she persuaded me with all her sweet words. Nayy, mom words are real. I believe in mom and thanks mom.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"if you think it's hard, so it'll automatically be hard, you have to know that you must help your family out there and be strong, you've grown up, we've grown up together, so think wisely, be worthy 20 years old, my girl"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I LOVE YOU MOM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222041824219150477-5280799066582424459?l=lyanasyazwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/hxTWzl/~4/qDK6EUuVXHw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222041824219150477/posts/default/5280799066582424459?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222041824219150477/posts/default/5280799066582424459?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/hxTWzl/~3/qDK6EUuVXHw/i-love-mom.html" title="I love Mom" /><author><name>Lyana Syazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367315583676333848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7pGNG2m75pI/TtsSwavjVvI/AAAAAAAAAew/I3W2jixXrco/s220/255647_10150217825767236_826862235_7137324_5164146_n.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://lyanasyazwani.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-love-mom.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8FRHs9eip7ImA9WhRQEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222041824219150477.post-5034438699770628384</id><published>2011-12-06T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T10:16:55.562+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-06T10:16:55.562+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fact" /><title>5 reasons</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AE_-CxoB9FyEWTTrJ32rnkgpbCI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AE_-CxoB9FyEWTTrJ32rnkgpbCI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AE_-CxoB9FyEWTTrJ32rnkgpbCI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AE_-CxoB9FyEWTTrJ32rnkgpbCI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Holla! Here are the famous questions I was being asked by everyone even my new friends. &lt;i&gt;'ay, why are you single?' , 'I can't believe you're single, but why?' , 'you're such a pretty, where the other guys gone?' &lt;/i&gt;or &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;'you'll be single for the whole time?'&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;
So guys, please open your eyes and read carefully.......&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;5 reasons why I am single now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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1. &amp;nbsp;Heart hurted.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I know it is an immature reason as I don't want to be in a relationship with anyone right now but I really hate to hurt someone or everyone. As I have the past, where my ex boyfriend and I, we loved each other, we love each other's families where we have known side-by-side's family members. However, *pop* we ended our relationship just like that, &lt;b&gt;BUT &lt;/b&gt;I still feel lucky that we are still close even they know time has changed, knowing each other, you know, we don't fight. I hate to hurt people, and even myself (who doesn't). Look my point here is to tell you that I care but I failed to care someone's feelings &amp;amp; heart. Unless if you understand me, then marry me!&lt;br /&gt;
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2. &amp;nbsp;Fitting heart&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Loving is not an exercise to make your heart &lt;i&gt;fit&lt;/i&gt;. But time and mind do. I mean, I don't have the all-the-time-loving with someone. I love being with someone who I can talk(ok actually I talk too much) with but that doesn't mean I am in love. I am such a slower understanding person, so I don't really realize if I am in love. I don't even know what love is(ok that's a lie). I mean, what kind of real love is. I LOVE YOU is not enough. Basically, friends said if you have fights, then you're in love. So it's still playing in my mind right now. I have to tell you &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;DOES TAKE TIME&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;in my dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. Futures&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; No, I never put my future as a boundary to love people. Never stop your love by giving Future as an excuse or you'll eat yourself. Well, talk about future, even me myself is not a good multitasking, but it trains you how you handle your emotions with your works and feelings towards someone. But as I have 100% focuses on my works now, so I just continue with it. To my future boyfriend(I'll let you know what type of guys I like soon), please consider my time for you and works hehe nay I'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. &amp;nbsp;Feels&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I don't feel like to have partner right now. Even if parents &amp;amp; friends keep asking me who I am dating with right now. Not ready as an answer. Here is the feelings I have now, to get know to know people, surroundings and life slowly. I'll be turning 20 years old in a few weeks (I don't count but still can count) and I feel boring to fall right now. Like how mom said, your time will be with you. I received bunch of advises and reminders from family and friends and I keep it.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. Funs&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Fun is a compulsory in your life. No fun no life. I do have fun with my family and friends. Close friends, boyfriends, girlfriends. EVERYONE. Who says you can't live without boyfriend? That is totally a wrong theory. Well, having fun is a major. Even with myself, I always having fun playing guitar and listen musics all the time. I snap pictures and edit. I surf and post anything I want(like now). Whatever I think is fun, it is gonna be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222041824219150477-5034438699770628384?l=lyanasyazwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/hxTWzl/~4/rUMZaY8P1II" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222041824219150477/posts/default/5034438699770628384?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222041824219150477/posts/default/5034438699770628384?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/hxTWzl/~3/rUMZaY8P1II/5-reasons.html" title="5 reasons" /><author><name>Lyana Syazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367315583676333848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7pGNG2m75pI/TtsSwavjVvI/AAAAAAAAAew/I3W2jixXrco/s220/255647_10150217825767236_826862235_7137324_5164146_n.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://lyanasyazwani.blogspot.com/2011/12/5-reasons.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04MRnc5eyp7ImA9WhRQEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222041824219150477.post-385027612415296968</id><published>2011-12-05T15:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T15:59:47.923+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-05T15:59:47.923+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><title>Test Mode</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RXYl_xjU38G54fG3xLBMq5snLDo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RXYl_xjU38G54fG3xLBMq5snLDo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RXYl_xjU38G54fG3xLBMq5snLDo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RXYl_xjU38G54fG3xLBMq5snLDo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;December, is a very productive month for me since it is an Exam season, where our first semester will be ended very soon. As the time goes fast, I have only few weeks to sit my real first exam for the semester and right now is the season of second test weeks. I know I am not ready yet as the subjects I am taking now are killing me, the third year subjects, who doesn't killed? I just continue my life with a big NO but I have nothing to do unless, study. I still don't find the Uni life here, or maybe this is an Uni life and I dream it wrongly? I can't find the answers yet.&lt;br /&gt;
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This isn't right, they said Uni life is fun, I can't find the Fun thing yet I found its killing and uncomfortable. Uncomfortable because I don't really know how to study smart in here. I study smart, but I don't want to let my mind keeps all the words and memorized all things, that's just not me. My test one was so-so. All I can do right now study+pray+focus. Don't you think its boring? I mean, I need some fun in studying. I can't find it yet. Or maybe my heart has not &lt;i&gt;open&lt;/i&gt; yet. Whatever I complain, I just have to do my best. And I hope my pressures here are worth enough!&lt;br /&gt;
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So my preparations for the next paper which is tonight (fifth December) and yes I am not ready yet but I have to sit it. I just hope the questions are much much easier for me, I mean, if you're familiar with the questions, you will be able to answer it well. I heard it is gonna be an Essay questions, I have no problem with Essay-thingy, the problem is now the questions. O K whatever it is, I just need to be chill.&lt;br /&gt;
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My mind right now seems like, can't receive what is happening now and why does the time runs so fast. And why I don't enjoy much studying methods so much? Should I restart all over again? By buying new books? Too late but I can just put the real intentions why I should be serious and focus on those.&lt;br /&gt;
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Whatever its wish me and my friends all the best for the semester. I won't be complaining about studies again. Sorry if you don't like this post, but thanks if you like reading this post. Again, thanks.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222041824219150477-385027612415296968?l=lyanasyazwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/hxTWzl/~4/rvvOQMEA6s4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222041824219150477/posts/default/385027612415296968?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222041824219150477/posts/default/385027612415296968?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/hxTWzl/~3/rvvOQMEA6s4/test-mode.html" title="Test Mode" /><author><name>Lyana Syazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367315583676333848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7pGNG2m75pI/TtsSwavjVvI/AAAAAAAAAew/I3W2jixXrco/s220/255647_10150217825767236_826862235_7137324_5164146_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIbOGW1-3BI/Ttx2cxoUgYI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ck0rKnOrd5s/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://lyanasyazwani.blogspot.com/2011/12/test-mode.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIFSXo6fyp7ImA9WhRRGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222041824219150477.post-8379369005691064024</id><published>2011-12-04T15:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T16:31:58.417+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-04T16:31:58.417+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><title>I AM BACK</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YWjF5qIgXfvZIYlzltBZUeIiiMo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YWjF5qIgXfvZIYlzltBZUeIiiMo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So here is the spirit to blog again. Capture and edit images is now back to my life. Welcome back to myself. Yes I do really love something that lovely-dovey that will makes everyone smiles. So I am dragging myself to Adobe Photoshop back. I illegally(I should not tell this) downloaded and steal it from Sharing-site of my university. You may call me a beginner. As I do not bring my SLR up here in Pahang, so I will just capture by using my 3.2 Mega-Pixels Blackberry. How pathetic, yeah I know.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nevertheless, here are my experiments :&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O5aFvoVjm1k/TtspIWynCpI/AAAAAAAAAf4/kPU6N3WFuVI/s1600/nanananana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="289" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O5aFvoVjm1k/TtspIWynCpI/AAAAAAAAAf4/kPU6N3WFuVI/s320/nanananana.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MgYp_-sqrWs/Ttsss6h-GbI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ivccMSJtMSM/s1600/DSC_0276+copy-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MgYp_-sqrWs/Ttsss6h-GbI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ivccMSJtMSM/s320/DSC_0276+copy-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mama and Papa&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iu2ZURb6oW4/TtstqO8eeFI/AAAAAAAAAgU/bYUc4UruLXI/s1600/DSC_0295+copy-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iu2ZURb6oW4/TtstqO8eeFI/AAAAAAAAAgU/bYUc4UruLXI/s320/DSC_0295+copy-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Syaf , Mom and Bibi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzN_Oa8ktss/TtsuOkfMy0I/AAAAAAAAAgc/r9jK6ZBo25s/s1600/DSC_0313+copy-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzN_Oa8ktss/TtsuOkfMy0I/AAAAAAAAAgc/r9jK6ZBo25s/s320/DSC_0313+copy-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Family&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
Once again, the last 3 images were my 2011 Raya album that I haven't edited yet due to busy entering University few past months ago. So I hope my hobby will never ever turn my life down anymore, I mean, no one can stop me from doing these anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Nana&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
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